Proetic intelligence is not a freedom found by the obedient animal. It is tight. It sits within indecipherable boundaries. No breaks no rhyme a vague identification. A lack of framework stares at the obedient animal’s pre-frontal cortex finding nothing in common. This might not be true. Too much, too little, too much, too little. Old beliefs going off like the faulty fire alarm. Proetic intelligence is right with clever magic and mystery from other lands missing in Earth world. Sweeping memories, it uncovers nothing except the knowledge that all judgements are just things that are not yet understood.
